January 16, 2020

Are we incomplete if we are not half of a whole?

Dawn McCarron, 31

The inspiration for this poem derived from society’s continual obsession over the value of women as a single entity. From my own experience, it seems that women who choose to live their lives independently are perceived as damaged or missing out. They are often met with pity or forced to fend off match-making attempts from so-called “well-meaning” friends. I chose to use a strong, driving rhythm to heavily emphasis the frustration that accompanies this particular view of society. Why must we conform to old-fashioned traditions that have barely evolved over centuries? Is marriage really the perfect fairy-tale ending that everyone expects it to be?

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